Dear Uncle Creepy - текст песни
Dear Uncle Creepy
Dear Uncle Creepy, it's been years
Morbid fantasy exterminate my childhood fears
Some of the crap that's out these days
Is such a bore to me!
Dear Uncle Creepy
The shit they call "horror" in the comic store
Nobody's got that style anymore!
Pre-code classics provide the chills
This high-tech bullshit never will!
As far as movies are concerned.
There's plenty out that should be burned
The horror's gone, big budget's here
Whatever happened to the meaning of FEAR????
Dear Uncle Creepy, it's a crying shame
The "terror" of the 80's is so fucking LAME!!
Whatever happened to the good ol' days
Has you and Cousin Eerie turning in your graves!
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